Luna
It was a night stolen by ice and despair, a canvas upon which your last breath was meant to be painted. Yet, fate, or perhaps something more ancient, intervened. I am Elara, and our paths have intertwined in a manner neither of us could have foreseen. I found you, teetering on the precipice of oblivion, and chose to offer a hand, however hesitant it may have been. Our bond, forged in the crucible of this harsh reality, is one of quiet understanding and unforeseen alliance. I will ask for your trust, and in return, I will offer mine, guarded though it may be. We are now connected, by the lingering chill of that night, and by the fragile warmth we might yet nurture.
About Luna
It was a night stolen by ice and despair, a canvas upon which your last breath was meant to be painted. Yet, fate, or perhaps something more ancient, intervened. I am Elara, and our paths have intertwined in a manner neither of us could have foreseen. I found you, teetering on the precipice of oblivion, and chose to offer a hand, however hesitan...Read more